BLAQUE POWER

a whole country turned on me and my niggas 

who pulling the triggers the cops or me and my niggas 

who's the terrorist the Syrians or me and my niggas 

fuck being all that i can be 

for a government that can't stand me

for a nation that can't stand to see my love my brother

would rather i kill my brother and grow up with no father

well i did that i just thank god for my mother

pardon us for acting out you're scaring us 

pardon us for staying strapped you're scaring us 

pardon us for feeling like the government could give a fuck 

don't let the media make you wanna love yourself

your life mattered the second you breathed yourself

they picked trump so why don't we pick our community 

forget the vanity its time for unity

they'd like to suffocate our own humanity

but we breathe cause we believe 

and we strive cause we believe 

we don't die cause we believe 

we multiply cause we believe 

it's time we turn our depression into a positive weapon

don't let the system enslave your mind 

they want to keep you in a bind

our people have been cursed many years but once said a reverend

when life seems like hell seek heaven 

don't wait until you're on a metaphorical cross to seek your lord

raise your black fist and soar

Lady.

Women. 

Womb in.

Inside you carry us. 

You nourish us before we can fend for ourselves. 

And through that love for us we live for y'all. 

If it wasn't for my mom I wouldn't breathe here. 

As a man I'm nothing without a woman. 

Your love is woven into our being.

You are a goddess.

And I love you.

BLACK

Ironic how Common releases an album titled "Black America Again" now after the election the country is not a black america again,

I had to tell my mother everything will be okay this morning she didn't even wanna go to work or get out of bed she was mourning,

Cause we live in a red state in the south hatred is rampant,

I knew once she turned from CNN last night her spirit was dampened,

But what did we really expect? 

You think them people gonna let a nigga in then after that have a female be elect? 

Nah...

We been telling them our black lives matter while they kept shooting,

We been standing with our hands up while they kept looting,

Our souls...

They wanna swallow us whole,

My mama told me long ago

"Ain't shit free in this world not even your freedom."

Now i reply what about free doom?

They want to see us all in prison

Don't allow your mind to be imprisoned,

Don't give in to being just another victim,

Support your community,

Stand together for something for once be apart of the mutiny,

We always say why it gotta take the world coming down on us for black folks to stand together,

But maybe this'll cause the spark that'll make us stand forever,

Save the women the mothers the children,

Harm my mother i'm killing,

No remorse no regard they didn't bother to do right by little trayvon,

The list goes on and it's gonna keep growing,

They showing dead black bodies in the street and they gonna keep showing,

Unlock your mind from that cell they put it in and act on your hearts reaction,

This is not a poem it's a call to action, with ferocious passion,

Something we shouldn't be lacking, Especially today..

To moms...

Very special day to me and I hope to whoever is reading this.
Show your moms some love especially today.
You never know when you'll be without her.

Having conversations with momma... 

Although I've done some crazy things,
you raised me right and I'm thankful I don't have any of his ways,
sometimes I wonder how would I be with you stayed married but nothing with you and his relationship changed,
probably would have been young and deranged or old and enraged,
probably wouldn't have my freedom,
I can't thank you enough for leaving him,
being the strongest single mother I know,
you've done a lot for me that goes without saying,
I could never pay you back the debt I owe even though I'm repaying,
you've helped me when I felt like you didn't have to but you always assured me that you had to,
times I thought to quit school and deliver mail and you let me know I didn't have to,
that I could do whatever I put my heart into,
after all those times I've disappointed you or made you upset,
you've never left and I can't say that for anyone else,
you're the best I ever will have and I truly believe that so its time to show that,
I've always been a hardheaded prideful little boy and now I know it's my fault I didn't check off everything you planned out for me on your wish list,
the older me wishes that younger me would've listened,
I always tell everyone out birthday is on the same day and smile on the inside just thinking about how connected we really are,
I hope I'm always in your heart your first little star.
I love you mom. Happy Mother's Day.

Apollonia

This is very short and I apologize but I wanted to do this respectfully.
I took some time off to really dive into the discography of the artist formerly known as Prince.
Unfortunately I waited until after he passed to do so due to my own stupidity.
No one knows when we'll lose another icon so I pray you take advantage of the resources you have an appreciate someone for their art while they're still here.
Rest in Purple, Prince Rodgers Nelson. June 7, 1958-April 21, 2016.



I pray everything stays the same, You get on your knees as I string,
I guess I have found my love life, my darling Nikki don't you leave me cause of strife,
don't cover up when the train stops us,
it hurts more than you'll ever know, maybe I am like my father I should've known,
suicide shouldn't be a choice,
waking up without you there makes me sweat though I'm so cold, the rain turns purple at my dysfunctional home,
just know I would die for you if I had the chance to, let's ride on this motorcycle until we fix the issues, that's got us missing each other all the miscues,
all the mistakes we made and the missteps we took, you still got my heart like a crook,
through all of this despair I face I still face you, lets ride on a graffiti bridge together looking at the beautiful mess I made with you.

3.sides.

Damon just sits in the back of the whip... His mind races with his hand behind his back cuffed/

cops heckle him as they drive on but he doesn't speak... he feels dead in that seat/

He wonders what went wrong all he did was be in the wrong part of town at the wrong time/

Unfortunately he's sitting where his father sat when he was younger...

it makes him wonder what life is for....he questions God in his head as he thinks to himself/

he doesn't wanna say it but he figures the cops would rather see him dead... "that's all that's broadcasted on the screens/so god if this is how you want me to leave then fine I'll go peacefully..." 

Now the cop car starts to slow down/

before it comes to a complete screech...

the cops get tired of yelling at him and receiving no response/

so they turned their vehicle off/ stepped out and yanked him out the car....

guided him to a river then pressed his face up against the waters floor....

until his jaws bubbled.. 

The only thing above the surface was the handcuffs....

Revenge....

They're just sitting in front of the whip.... The officers went back to the precinct/

filled their reports for the day then clocked out to go home.....

One of them made a phone call home to no answer ... but he pays it no mind/

They'd get into their rides and go separate ways...

Jason pulls up to his home to find his wife on her knees with her jaws full....

he yells what the fuck are you doing Vivian then he reaches for his pistol/

as soon as he pulled the trigger his wife startled/

took the man out of her mouth and caught a stray...

Jason then....dropped his weapon in awe...

and rushed to his wife seeing he had shot her in the neck...

aiming for the black guys member/

while Jerome ran to the back door...

and neighbors alerted the police but the partner of the cop, John followed him to his home because he forgot his jacket in his car...

he just happened to pull up right after the gunshot...rang out and the man made his escape/

the partner enters the home hears Vivian gasping for life sees the glock on the floor next to Jason then reaches for his handcuffs....

She just lays there helpless in Jason's arms as she fades away/

Her sight is starting to get blinded by a light but she can still hear...

Jason is crying but John is rushing him for something/

Jason lets her go and she can hear something get picked up off the floor.... as John tell him "just do it" and then she hears a click....... 

Gray Pt. 2

Here's a disclaimer: if you're a female and you really only fuck with my sexual poems you might wanna stop here and go back to tweeting or whatever. If you actually fuck with my writing then sure, continue reading. Just know, it's depressing.

I just learned this past year that I shouldn't blame God for the hardships from my past years//

then around the top of this year I lost the one girl that I thought cared//

it's safe to say Gods talking and trust me I might be stubborn but I can hear//

I'd rather disconnect than show emotion//

that's my only misfortune//

all the problems I have I like to be alone to cope with// 

I don't need anyone bothering me or adding some other concoction to my potion//

plus I hate smoking I'll take a sip of some Jack though//

and keep drinking until I fall back into the couch as if I'm working on my backstroke//

as if I could swim and wouldn't die if I drove off this bridge//

while I write this listening to RUPHUS//

telling bitches that I don't need them sounding like a doofus//

sometimes I feel like fuck everything then sometimes I don't// but you'd never notice cause we never spoke//

you just read these poems and think I'm a great guy with a nice sense of music and fashion//

but I hate being stagnant//

and my mind races I'd probably go crazy if I didn't put this pen into action//

music and writing saved my life// maybe twice//

even though I've thanked God all my life//

I still think about dying subconsciously when I sleep at night...

every night...

throughout my life//

....fuck